To Make a New Ally…

Disclaimer: I do not own Digital Devil Saga, nor any of the characters or places from it. Atlus does. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, it's merely for fun.


To Make a New Ally…

The day had started off looking less than favorable, not that it changed the mood of Varin in the least. But now…now things were looking up, or starting to, and looking just a little more…interesting. Before him, although a good twenty paces away, stood a tall, slender male with light purple hair that cascaded down his shoulders and onto his back and a set of eyes that matched the color. A single glace at the color that adorned his clothes told Varin that it was one of the Maribel. And if memory served him correctly, this would be Bat, the second in command to the official leader of the Maribel Tribe. That, of course, meant the woman was either dead, or her second in command had sold her out. Oh yes, very interesting, indeed.

“What brings one of the Maribel, the second in command no less, to the territory of the Brutes?”

“Must we speak like this?” Bat motioned to the guards, armed and ready, on either side of him. “They’ve already taken my weapons.”

“All the same, I favor precaution. Why have you come?”

“Jinana is dead.”

Varin tipped his head, regarding the slighter male. “And what does that mean to me?”

“It’s simple.” Bat shook his head, crossing his arms. “I stayed on the lookout, though hidden, as the Embryon killed her when she lost control. The woman of that tribe…she mentioned the location of something you, and every other tribe, desires.”

Varin arched a brow, his interest caught in a matter of seconds. “Being?”

“Mmn…the girl.”

“Ah, the Cyber Shaman…”

Bat nodded slowly, gazing across the space between them, attempting to judge the reaction of the taller male. It seemed impossible. “Yes. Her.”

Varin raised a hand and stroked at his chin, thinking the situation over. There had to be more. After all, the girl was a valuable asset in Junkyard right now and nothing ever came free. He’d learned that many a time. “And what is it you want in return?”

“By law, members of a defeated tribe are to join with the tribe that defeated them. But law has less meaning now, I know even you’ve seen it. And I will not serve a weak tribe, a tribe that won by nothing more than a fluke! However, I would serve a tribe with a leader that has power. Your tribe.”

“So that’s it? The girl in exchange for a place amongst my ranks?” Varin chuckled. “And where is my proof of your loyalty?”

“The girl is proof.”

“Incorrect, Bat. The girl is not proof, but merely one of the spoils of war. And I am, as you’ve already said, powerful. Imagine how easy it would be for me to torture the information from you, devour you, and then claim the girl. So I ask again, where is my proof of your loyalty?”

Bat narrowed his eyes, mind working furiously to come up with a logical answer. “I…well…”

“I have the answer for you. And it’s quite simple, I assure you.” Varin motioned for the guards to leave the room. And once they had, he took a slow step in the direction of Bat. “You are less powerful than myself, but still more powerful than most of the men that I have at my disposal. There’s only one way to ensure complete loyalty.”

“And that is…?”

“You give yourself to me, Bat.”

“…Give myself…?”

“That’s correct.” Varin closed the space between them in a flash, seizing Bat’s chin in an unrelenting grasp. He tipped his head up until he could see those pretty, luminous, light purple eyes. “All of yourself. You see?”

Bat frowned slightly. He had known, of course, that there would be a catch of some sort. He hadn’t counted on it being anything like this. “Well…”

“Yes? What will it be?”

Bat stood quietly, considering his options. To refuse would leave him with only one other choice, joining with the Embryon, the tribe that had defeated the Maribel. And he wouldn’t join them. Ever. That made everything crystal clear. “Very well, I accept. As proof of my loyalty, you will have…me…”

“A very wise choice. Though, you may want to keep in mind, that if you ever betray me, I will devour you myself.” Varin narrowed his eyes as he stared down upon Bat. “In any case, I’ll have that proof. Now.”

Bat went completely still, staring up at Varin. Already? He’d had his suspicions that it would be carried out soon, but…immediately? That gave him no time to think further on it, no time to fully decide if this was, just maybe, a mistake. But a single thought of being subject to obeying a leader like Serph of the Embryon put everything right back into perspective. He truly would do anything to keep from joining with that tribe. Anything.

“Do we have an agreement, Bat? Or shall I spare myself time and trouble and devour now?”

“No. We have an agreement, Varin.”

Varin growled and closed his fingers around Bat’s chin, squeezing until he heard the slighter male hiss in obvious pain. “Don’t call me that. My name is Colonel Beck and you WILL learn to show me proper respect.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Varin nodded, satisfied, and released Bat. This one had potential. Perhaps he’d even be one of the fast learners. Then again, that didn’t exactly matter. Fast or slow, he WOULD learn. Varin shrugged off the idle musing and reached down to unbutton his pants, mindful of Bat’s gaze, which he paid no obvious attention to. He’d get to him soon enough, in just a few minutes, in fact. But for the time being, he put his attention into his task, tugging the zipper of his pants all the way down. He slid a few fingers into the newly made opening and slid out his flaccid length. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked over to Bat. The slighter male, however, only stared back at him, looking quite dumbfounded.

“Come on, now.” Varin raised a hand and motioned for the smaller male to step closer. “What are you waiting for?”

“I don’t…--”

Varin shook his head, not allowing the statement to be finished. “Don’t try that with me.”

“…What?”

“An act of innocence. I don’t believe it for a moment.” Varin chuckled lightly. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, standing there in the Temple at the side of Jinana, I knew there was…much skill to be found in you. Battle minded, yes…but not only that.”

Bat flinched slightly, looking to the side. This man was far more than just military minded, after all. “Mmh…”

“Come on, then.”

Bat let out a breath and stepped up closer to Varin. He honestly didn’t know EXACTLY what the taller male wanted of him, but he had a few ideas, enough to get by. He reached down to him, skilled fingers brushing over Varin’s length. He gained no initial reaction, but that didn’t bother him. He hadn’t expected much from this man. Instead of dwelling on it needlessly, he curled his fingers around Varin, stroking experimentally from tip to base, eyes watching the luminous blue ones of the Brute leader. However, even his eyes showed nothing, but Bat continued on, stroking with firm, and very practiced skill.

“Shall I assume I was very much correct, then?”

“Of my…skill, Sir?” Bat snorted softly. Oh yes, using that name was certainly going to take some getting used to.

“Mhm.”

“What can I say? You were right. I’d sooner not go into how I ‘re-found’ this knowledge, but I can say I have learned well.”

“I hadn’t expected any less.” Varin smirked viciously. “All the better.”

Bat shifted his gaze away from Varin’s face and his feral expression, instead putting his attention back into the rhythm of his strokes. And though Varin still refused any verbal confirmation of enjoyment, the fact that he was growing hard in Bat’s hand said enough. That was even more favorable proof than anything vocal, too. Bat continued to stroke the larger male, purple eyes half closed as he watched the movement of his own hand, his efforts slowly coaxing the Colonel to full hardness. He tipped his head as he momentarily regarded his work, and then gave him a final stroke before dropping his hand away, retreating a step.

“That’s to your liking?” Bat glanced up to the taller man. “Hm?”

“So it is.” Varin rumbled a growl. “Though I think we’ll test the usefulness of your mouth another time. Now…turn around.”

Bat blinked for a moment, arching a brow questioningly. But he did as told, turning so his back faced Varin. “…Yes?”

“Step forward. To the wall.”

Bat mused to himself as he moved forward, aware of Varin stepping in time behind him. He halted at the wall and cast a glance over his shoulder, Varin right there behind him as expected. “Okay…”

“Undress. Or…no…” Varin tipped his head, taking less than a minute to think the matter before him over. “Just your pants.”

“Mmn…” Bat turned his gaze back to the wall, nodding quietly. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. He grabbed the edges and gave a downward tug, pulling the garment over his hips before he let them just fall and pool about his ankles. “Does that suit you…Sir?”

“Hands against the wall.” Varin murmured, watching the swiftness in which he was obeyed. That was very good. He stepped forward, closing the last bit of space between them, his hard length brushing against Bat’s backside. “Brace yourself.”

“I don’t…” Bat began, but purple eyes widened with a quick realization. The leader of the Brutes was cruel, there was no doubt of that, but…THIS? “Oh…you can’t!”

Varin chuckled, covering Bat’s body with his own, his hands covering the smaller male’s that rested against the wall, holding them in place. “What’s wrong, Bat? Does the idea of being fucked, completely unprepared, not appeal to you? The pain…all mixed in with pleasure…doesn’t turn you on?”

“Nnn…”

“You know, I think it does. Or, if nothing else, it appeals to the Demon in you. But since that is you…well…”

“Colonel…”

Varin ignored whatever it was Bat intended to say, not interested in the least. He’d had no idea that he’d offer so much protest. Yet, that only made it more interesting. To give up without a fight, verbal or physical, just wasn’t any fun. He removed his hands from Bat’s and leaned back, though hardly more than an inch, just enough to take a hold of Bat’s left hip. He dug his fingers in and held form, partly expecting resistance in the very near future. He took a hold of his cock with his right hand, keeping a hold of it only until he’d guided the head to Bat’s entrance. He dropped his hand away, hearing the slighter man grunt lightly at the pressure, though only slightly, against his backside. Varin smirked faintly at the fact and, without a shred of hesitation, thrust fully into Bat. The slighter male cried out instantly, which was immensely pleasing to the Colonel, fingers digging futilely at the wall in front of him. Yet, surprisingly enough, Varin held still for the smaller male.

“How does that feel, Bat?” Varin purred like a beast, nuzzling through purple hair to lick the back of Bat’s neck. “Does it…hurt?”

“Uhn…”

Perfect. That was a perfect response. And it was just the one Varin had counted on. He ran his hands up Bat’s sides and around to his stomach. His slid his fingers under the hem of the slighter male’s fishnet shirt and pushed it upward, eventually exposing all of the pale skin of Bat’s chest. His rough fingertips played teasingly over the other male’s nipples, stroking and pinching at both of them in synch. And Bat, apparently quite enamored with such attention, arched beneath the touches. He was quick to cry out again, however, as the movement only served to further impale him on Varin’s massive cock.

“Nnh…” Bat breathed out shakily.

“I hadn’t expected you to be quite so…eager.”

“I’m not…e-eager…”

Varin grunted lightly. He certainly begged to differ on that point. Though it was possible, MAYBE, that he was mistaken. He snorted lightly at the notion and bit at the back of Bat’s neck viciously. He held his hands flat to the slighter male’s chest as he withdrew his cock, agonizingly slowly, up until only the large head remained buried. He held the position for a long moment, and then thrust back into Bat as hard as he could, his fingers digging into the pale chest of the purple haired male. Bat cried out loudly, the latter half fading into a moan, pain assaulting him from two angles, overwhelming, but also exhilarating. Varin grinned viciously. It was no surprise at all. He dug his fingers deeper into the lovely skin of the male and continued to thrust, quickly developing a fast, hard pace. The friction that tight, hot, unprepared passage offered him was like nothing else and nothing could compare to it. And it was completely within believability that Bat was not finding pleasure in it, not that it mattered to Varin, who was only in this for himself, for his own gain. And yet, he had a sneaking suspicion that the slighter male liked it. A lot. That somewhere beneath the pain he was openly showing, there was immense and undeniable pleasure. To help find closure on the matter, Varin coiled a massive hand around Bat’s previously unattended cock. He found the purple haired male to be completely aroused, undeniably so, and that confirmed all of Varin’s suspicions.

“Hn…” Bat let his head hit the wall, gaze dropping to focus downward, dimly aware of the way his body rocked noticeably with each powerful thrust, as well as the way Varin was stroking him in time with each. It still hurt. A lot in fact. But he really did…enjoy it. How could he not, anyway? Varin was huge, so big that each thrust, even without trying, brushed against the spot deep within him, the one that drove him crazy with desire. “Nnn…”

“Just a wanton, whorish little beast, aren’t you? I’m glad you came.”

“…”

Varin smirked before he sank his teeth back into Bat’s neck, this time hard enough to draw blood. The smaller male moaned at the sensation, arching his back in delight, reveling in the pain, now. Varin sunk his teeth deeper yet, to offer him more of what he clearly enjoyed, and began to thrust even harder, still stroking Bat, though his pace was becoming notably more erratic with each passing moment. True, he could have subject the slighter male to this for hours, but there wasn’t a need. This was HIS subordinate now, HIS pet…and he could have him any time he saw fit. Aside from that, he could tell Bat was getting close. He could feel the tension building in that slender body, as well as hear the shallow, panting of his breath.

“Ahn, god…” Bat whined. “Please…just a little…”

“’More’, Bat? Is that it?”

“Nnnh, yes!”

Varin grinned and moved his head enough so that he could nibble on Bat’s ear, mixing in the occasional bite. He dragged his thumb over the head of the purple haired male’s cock, delighting in the moan that was given. And he could feel Bat clenching and unclenching around him, which also served as a sign. He gave the head of Bat’s length another brush, and then took up a pace of stroking that matched his thrusts again, though his fingers worked with a more vicious skill this time. And faster than he could have imagined, Bat was moaning again, body going tense, inner walls clenching tightly around Varin. And while Bat was the first to release, Varin was only seconds behind, since the tightness and heat around him was unbearable. So even as Bat’s cum hit the walls before him in violent spasms, Varin was filling him with equally violent, seemingly unyielding spasms of seed. The feeling was like nothing Bat had experienced before, at least not here in the Junkyard, and he moaned gutturally. And even as his own orgasm died down, the last traces of cum dripping down Varin’s fingers and to the floor, the larger male was still releasing. It lasted merely a half a minute beyond that point, though it felt like so much longer, and even with even with Varin still buried deep in him, Bat could feel the stick substance dripping out around him and down his thighs.

“Nnn…” Bat huffed. “A…powerful man…”

“Too much for the little Bat?” Varin purred, voice considerably more relaxed.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps…not enough…”

Varin let out a laugh as he released Bat’s cock, raising a hand so he could lick a bit of Bat’s release from his hand. He purred again, even more like a demon, and then withdrew from Bat without any warning or mercy. The slighter male flinched, wincing visibly, and let out a breath. Varin grinned at him once more, even if Bat couldn’t see it. The demons, their Avatars, aided them with quicker healing, it was true. But there was no doubt in his mind that Bat would feel pangs of searing pain, at least for a few days. More importantly, the memory of what happened here would remain, would stand as a testament to his power and control. It would also be a reminder that obedience WAS best.

“Are we finished then…Sir?”

“Completely.” Varin confirmed, carefully tucking himself back into his pants. He tugged the zipper up, buttoning them again as he eyed Bat. “Unless you’ve something else in mind.”

Bat shook his head as he pushed back from the wall, wincing slightly. He turned about to face the taller male, taking in the way Varin’s gaze swept over him. “No. Not right now, anyway. But I’m sure I can think of a few for…later.”

“Ah, well prepared. Very good.”

“Well…” Bat smirked fiercely, tugging his shirt down into place. “You’ll find I’m very well prepared, yes. In more ways than one, by request, at that.”

Varin snorted softly, grinning just a little. Things in Ajna certainly were going to be different, now. “In any case, one final question.”

“Mhm?”

“Have I made it clear…the way things are going to work around here?”

“Oh, crystal.” Bat nodded as he tugged up his pants, tucked himself away, and zipped them up. “I obey you. I take your orders on the field of battle…and any other place you deem it fit to give them.”

“Correct. I’d say we are done, then. You have leave to explore Ajna. When ready, head for the mansion, and one of the guards will show you to me.”

“Understood, Sir.”

Varin took another look at the slighter male, for a moment honestly considering shoving him back against the wall to take him again. But he shook his head, the thought being pushed aside. Bat HAD learned. And he DID understand. Besides, the purple haired male would be coming to him very, very soon. Varin chuckled darkly as he turned away and headed across the room, stepping out the very same door his guards had some time ago, letting it fall closed behind him, which left Bat alone to do things of his own design.

“What a remarkable day!” Bat mused aloud. “Devoured my leader, piece by piece. Well…ex-leader, I should say. Very tasty meal, either way. I witnessed another tribe leader fall to the Embryon. And now…this!”

Bat uttered a short laugh, the sound bordering on crazy, shaking his head. He moved toward the door Varin and the others had left by, finding each step to be accompanied by small pangs of shooting pain. But that wasn’t anything he couldn’t tolerate. In fact, it was well worth it, all things considered. So he raised his head up high and pushed through the door, stepping out into Ajna, and into the rain that seemed to never end in the Junkyard. His purple gaze swept over the area, this vast, well guarded area now one he was welcome in. The thought offered a sense of accomplishment as well as satisfaction, a few feelings he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time. Truthfully, he couldn’t remember the last time he HAD felt either.

“Well, then…” Bat started across the path, ready to look over this land. “It certainly does look like I’m…home…”